Chapter 62: Jiang Chen's Deep Thoughts, the Bizarre Jiang Clan!

Hearing his master's exclamation, Jiang Yan said with a smile, "In recent years, apart from my grandfather, the Clan Leader has been the one who's treated me best."

Zhou Lao nodded noncommittally.

Not worrying about the consequences of the cultivation methods leaking out, he had directly chosen to pass them on externally, and even passed on two at once.

If his own disciple were not the biological son of that Jiang Clan Leader, then this breadth of spirit would truly be somewhat hard to believe.

Wait—thinking of this, Zhou Lao's expression suddenly turned somewhat strange: "You wouldn't happen to be the Clan Leader's illegitimate son, would you?"

Jiang Yan was momentarily stunned, then retorted, "How could that be possible?! The Clan Leader has never even come to our branch family's residence, let alone that he's never taken a wife—he's always been toiling for the rise of our clan..."

Zhou Lao's gaze shifted slightly.

If it really were so, then this Jiang Clan Leader's way of doing things would truly be somewhat unfathomable.

Zhou Lao sighed with emotion: "Since you already have the Pure Yang Art and the Great Sun Body Tempering Art, your master won't show off anymore, lest I invite humiliation upon myself. However, I do happen to have one peculiar cultivation method here that I can pass on to you."

As the words fell, dense clusters of illusory small characters appeared before Jiang Yan's eyes.

Flame Art

"This is a cultivation method your master once obtained from some ancient ruins, its name: Flame Art!"

"Don't be fooled by the fact that this method is only a mere low-grade Huang-rank. As long as you keep refining strange flames, the grade of the method will continuously undergo metamorphosis—it can be called infinitely marvelous! Your master is confident that this Flame Art is in no way inferior to the cultivation methods the Clan Leader bestowed upon you!"

Seeing that such a miraculous cultivation method actually existed in the world, Jiang Yan's eyes instantly lit up.

And upon noticing that his bargain-priced disciple had finally shown a look of satisfaction, Zhou Lao finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

If that Jiang Clan Leader could still produce a cultivation method far superior to the Flame Art, then he would have nothing to say—today was destined to be a complete loss of face before his disciple!

But fortunately, this Flame Art ultimately salvaged some of the dignity of being a master for him.

After Jiang Yan firmly committed the cultivation method of the Flame Art to memory, he couldn't wait to begin running the Pure Yang Art and plunged into cultivation!

Since his master had already awakened, there was no longer any need to absorb his spiritual energy.

In other words, he could finally cultivate?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan's heart could not help surging with emotion!

If one could choose to become a genius, who would willingly become a cripple and live out the rest of one's life as an ordinary person?

As the Pure Yang Art was run again and again, Jiang Yan finally confirmed that the spiritual energy he absorbed would no longer vanish inexplicably!

And under the scouring and nourishing of vast amounts of spiritual energy, his fallen realm began to rapidly recover!

After one night passed, the sky was faintly bright.

Jiang Yan sat cross-legged on the bed.

At this moment, though he had not slept the entire night, his spirit appeared exceptionally exhilarated.

Feeling the powerful force surging forth from his limbs and bones, he almost couldn't help crying out!

In the span of merely one night, his cultivation base had not only recovered to its peak, but had also successfully broken through, reaching the long-awaited first level of the Postnatal Realm!

At this point, Jiang Yan finally felt that the world was no longer a sheet of gray, but had become colorful and vibrant—he felt that life was full of hope!

Then, noticing beams of sunlight streaming in through the window, Jiang Yan immediately rose, dressed properly, pushed open the door, and walked out of the room.

At this point, he only wanted to share the good news of his recovered cultivation base with his grandfather, Jiang Chen, and the Clan Leader as soon as possible!

Arriving at the courtyard, he passed through several small paths paved with cobblestones.

Whoosh—

Accompanied by a sound cutting through the air, Jiang Yan instinctively halted his steps and looked toward the sound.

He saw that beneath a large tree not far away stood a familiar figure.

It was a black-haired youth with a resolute face, holding a sword in one hand, wantonly brandishing his sword moves!

Between each stance, he was graceful as a startled swan, fluid as a wandering dragon, and faintly revealed an aura of stern killing intent!

In the span of a few breaths, the sharp sword wind encircling his body actually sliced all the yellow leaves falling from the treetop into countless fragments, drifting down to the ground!

This person was precisely the Jiang Clan's prodigy, Jiang Chen!

Just at this moment, noticing someone observing him, Jiang Chen sheathed his long sword and looked up.

Their eyes met.

Upon seeing that the newcomer was Jiang Yan, Jiang Chen was greatly surprised: "Brother Yan, your cultivation base has recovered?"

As a master of the ninth level of the Postnatal Realm, he could naturally discern the many unusual aspects of Jiang Yan's current state.

Jiang Yan quickly steadied his emotions, released a wisp of aura, and grinned: "Brother Chen! You and the Clan Leader were right! As long as you persevere, you can create miracles—break through and be reborn!"

Feeling that aura unique to the Postnatal Realm, Jiang Chen's gaze shifted slightly, feeling immense astonishment, and even more becoming aware of the extraordinary nature of this clan brother of his.

He himself had been able to obtain a mysterious flame to repair his dantian and thus set foot once more on the path of cultivation, so what about Jiang Yan? What had he relied on?

For some unknown reason, the Clan Leader's words once again rang out in his mind: "That clan brother of yours may, in the future, be able to pique quite a bit of your interest..."

He had originally thought the Clan Leader was speaking of similar experiences, but now thinking carefully, there was something fishy about it.

In the future? Could it be that the Clan Leader had foreseen this scene long ago? Knew that Jiang Yan could recover his cultivation base?

Just as Jiang Chen was falling into doubt.

Zhou Lao, who resided within the ring on Jiang Yan's finger, had actually discovered some abnormalities.

Through his powerful soul perception, he immediately discovered that Jiang Chen possessed extraordinarily powerful root bone aptitude!

This discovery once again left Zhou Lao bewildered.

One must know that with such formidable talent, it would be enough to become a prodigy figure even among those holy lands and imperial dynasties—how could he possibly be born into such a small clan?